Soccer

Thought I would share some pics from Annelise's soccer game. She had her first game last week and she scored a goal! She was sooo excited. I know nothing about soccer, but I was so proud when she kicked that ball into the goal I could have burst. (Don't worry "Sweet Thang", it's okay to be proud of a great airplane imitation, too.) Notice that my child looks like Andre the Giant compared to the others. It is bad enough that she is the only girl, but she is also huge. She wouldn't go after the ball for a while, because she was so scared she would hurt "the little kids." They are all the same age. Her coaches are really nice, too. They said that she was doing really well especially for a kid that never played before. (They could be exaggerating, but, you know....) As tall as she is I really wish she liked basketball a little more- but such is life. While I was watching the game last week I realized that my worst nightmare has come true.... I am a soccer mom! Not that I fit the bill. I refuse to ever drive a mini-van again and I have no stickers on my car about my kids. I also am not class mom at my girls school, nor do I do "playdates" or wear mom jeans- so there is still hope that I can escape that trap. I pretty much sit by myself with Emmaline and try to be invisible at the games, except for cheering for Annelise. I don't want the other moms to suck me into their true soccer mom worlds. I hope that if I start exhibiting signs of "Soccer Mom Disease" my friends will save me. They know the signs- so I am not too worried. Oh, well- back to doing phone triage. More tommorrow. (PS- I did go and buy the bedset from Target for Emmaline. Brian actually told me to! Good thing, because they only had one in her bed size left in the bedset and the quilt!)